FREE LOVE LETTERS

Category: Sorry

  • Love letter # 342

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    Paul Ransom
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    You know as well as I do that things are not great between us right now; and I think we both know that pride and vanity have got in the way. Perhaps even ideology. Words we disagree on. Is this not ridiculous? Aren’t there bigger things at stake than our ego and our desire for…

  • Love letter # 549

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    Paul Ransom
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    When did we stop listening? At what point did boundless love morph into a tiring habit? How long since we beheld one another with joy or desire? These, I suppose, are the standard issue dilemmas of the long term relationship. Perhaps they are just the inevitable victory of reality over idealism; the crush of pragmatism…

  • Love letter # 444

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    Paul Ransom
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    I am writing to you now, from the distance of forever, because from this far off vantage I can see at last. Like so many others I too was the fool of abstraction. I abandoned you for an idea. The myth of our selfish age. For the absurd and dehumanising notion that I could only…

  • Love letter # 595

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    Paul Ransom
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    I woke up with my heart in pieces this morning – for in my dream I was by your side, and you were like the angel I had always imagined. The girl who melted everything. Yet you and I both know that in this more solid world such hazy visions do not withstand the force…

  • Love letter # 257

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    Paul Ransom
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    Yesterday, when you were standing next to me, it was obvious. Today, more so. The thing we had. The way we resonated. So deep and wordless. Yet still we walked away. So why, after all these years, did it take no more than a moment to feel again the motion of the quiet and beautiful…

  • Love letter # 256

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    Paul Ransom
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    You and I both know that there is no fairy tale – that these things move in cycles. From making me want to be the best I could be to accepting me at my worst, and vice versa, we have seen the beautiful and the busted. Yet here we are. Clinging to our life raft.…

  • Love letter # 290

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    Paul Ransom
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    I saw you this morning – but I’m fairly sure you didn’t see me. What struck me was how light you seemed. Your complexion. The way your hair fell. The jaunty rhythm of your walk. I was reminded of the sirens in your eyes and of all the madness they used to induce in me.…

  • Love letter # 248

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    Paul Ransom
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    Hindsight maybe cruel, even unfair – but it illuminates the patterns that repeat in our lives. The dramas that play out over and over. And it makes us ask the question. What exactly was it that I thought I wanted? I can see now why you left. I pushed, you pulled. I wasn’t sure, so…

  • Love letter # 361

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    Paul Ransom
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    Someone asked me why you and I split up. You two seemed perfect, they said. The irony here is that it was a failure to be perfect that caused us to separate. In the beginning, we were one another’s heroes. In the end we were just ordinary. Not awful or abusive – just flawed and…

  • Love letter # 226

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    Paul Ransom
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    When you see the vicious volcano in me – all fire and spit and ash – what you are seeing is the conflagration in my soul. The one that still lights up the skies for you. Despite everything. Lies, betrayal, etc. Perhaps one day you will wear my vitriol as a badge of honour. A…